He fastens his teeth around the bud of my clit, and stars explode behind my closed eyelids.
He still doesn’t let me go.
My fingers are wrapped in his hair, trying to pull him away, trying to hold him close.
My thighs are wound around his head, and I am half off the mattress, and all I can think is: fuck, more. I want more.
Then he drags his other thumb down my butt and toward the puckered hole between my ass cheeks. I freeze. My eyes fly open. But he’s a step ahead of me. His finger slips into my wet, streaming channel, scoops up my slick, and spreads it around my back hole.
He traces the puckered ring of the hole, and a shiver runs up my spine.
He thrusts his tongue into my pussy, then with the heel of his hand he rubs my clit.
His finger slips into the hole.
The combination of his tongue inside me, his thumb in my mouth, and the finger in my back hole is too much.
The climax crashes over me. I scream and bite down on his thumb; my back arches up and off the bed. Before I can collapse, he flips me, yanks up my hips, and enters my wet channel from behind.
17
Zeus
I’d meant to take her, put her in her place, show her that she is an omega who has to submit to me. I’d meant to be harsh, not caring for her needs. And I wasn’t. I was only satisfying myself. If, during that time, I also gave her pleasure, well, what is the harm in that?
As it is, I can’t get enough of her body, her soft skin, her warm, tight pussy that clasps around me.
The still rational part of my brain twinges, and I push it away.
I shove aside all thought, everything except for the desire that tightens my groin. The blood that rushes to my shaft, thickening its head so it flares up and knots into place. I am going to make sure that none of my fluid slips out. Make sure every part of my hardness is sheathed inside her. Under me, she thrashes her head from side to side. Her back arches off the bed and slams into me. Her arms push down on the mattress, shoving the curve of her spine into my chest.
I am bent over her, covering her with my much bigger self, protecting her… I clamp down on that emotion. Nothing, I am allowed to feel nothing for her, remember?
Nothing except this greedy need to take…to give, to bring her to climax again and again, to make her take every last bit of my cum as I gush into her, jetting the very essence of what I am right inside her, hitting her womb.
I cry out, and then for a second time, I bite down on her shoulder, right over where I’d marked her the first time. This time it’s a true mating, one in the heat of passion, one without any ulterior motive, one meant to solidify my claim on her. She throws her head back and screams, and the sound bounces around the room and slams over me, and it feels right. I taste her blood and draw back, licking the puncture marks, trying to soothe her, to deaden some of the pain. I shouldn’t be doing it, but I can’t help myself anymore.
Everything in my past has already vanished. All I am is an alpha, and she is my omega.
My mate.
That’s all that matters.
I lower her, even as I turn her on her side and keep her wrapped in my arms. I purr, letting the vibrations of my chest resonate against her back. She moans in her throat, rubs her cheek where it is pillowed on my biceps. I let her draw comfort from me.
I want to deny it.
I should deny it.
But I can’t. And I am too content, too replete to not give in to the need to comfort her either.
I wrap my other arm around her waist and draw her close. I’m flaccid now, the knot having diminished in size so that I can pull out of her, but I don’t. I stay right there. After all, she is mine, isn’t she?
Over the next two days I manage to persuade her to eat at regular intervals. It’s not altruistic of me to do so, nor is it that I am worried about her in any way. Nope, it’s purely selfish, honest. I want to keep her energy up, so she can be an active participant in our mating. I need her to be conscious, to feel every ridge of my engorged dick when I bury myself balls deep in her; as I bring her to climax and knot her over and over again. And the feral thing that she is, she takes from me, matches me move for move, until finally sated and stripped of all defense, she curls up at my side and falls into exhausted slumber.
I throw my thigh over her hip to hold her captive, then close my eyes.
A loud banging echoes through the room. I grab my omega and pull her close, wanting to shield her from whoever is behind the door.
“Who the fuck is there?” I crack my eyelids open.
Her body shudders in my arms. Her gaze is bewildered, her lips swollen, the claiming mark at the base of her neck still bleeding. Every part of her has been marked, ravaged, taken. She is caked in my cum, and it’s so glorious. I don’t stop myself from throwing back my head and shouting my exultation. That pure animal feeling of satisfaction that comes from having rutted so thoroughly.
When I look down, I expect to see her cowering against the pillows, perhaps curled up and crying. Instead, she’s watching me with an intent gaze as if she’s trying to understand what I am feeling right now.
It feels so right…that I know it’s wrong.
There’s another loud knocking on the door.
“I don’t mean to coitus interruptus,” Ethan’s voice filters through, “but you’d never forgive me if I didn’t remind you about the meeting of the Council that you called for to discuss the situation with the Scots?”
Right. Meeting. About the Scots. I should have pushed it back, but I hadn’t been in my right mind when I’d barged in here with the omega. I’d expected to have stayed for a few hours… normally that’s all it’s taken for me to have broken an omega’s heat cycle in the past.
“You’ve been in there for a straight seventy-two hours, General,” Ethan helpfully informs me again.
The fucker is probably gloating at how the mighty Zeus lost all track of time buried in his omega’s sweet pussy.
Not any omega. I’d been wrapped up in my mate for three days. Which is understandable, even for a bastard like me. It takes months to consolidate a mating bond. I could be forgiven a few days. Not. Nothing comes between me and my plans to take over the Scots.
I square my shoulders. A better man would explain to her why it is important that I have to leave, and that I won’t take too long. That I’ll be back before she has a chance to fret and miss me.
She pushes at me, and I loosen my arms from around her. She moves away and her breasts sway. The rounded flesh is reddened from my ministrations. Her dark-pink nipples swell under my gaze. A shudder of heat tightens my gut. Perhaps I should stay with her, bring her down from the high of the mating before I leave. Yeah, a considerate alpha would do that. Which I am not.
“How long do your heat cycles last?”
She swallows then, some more of the haze from her eyes clearing, and it makes me want to cover her body with mine and fuck her all over again, until that dazed, dilated look is permanently etched in her eyes. The sheer primal need of it thickens my shaft which is still inside her.
As if sensing my need, a fresh stream of slick shivers down her thigh.
“Answer me.” I’d wanted to be curt, but the words had come out almost soft.
“Three.” She shakes her head as if to clear it. “Perhaps four days.”